She drained her glass of wine, locked the front door and went upstairs where she stripped off her clothes and climbed in between the sheets and with o...e hand between her legs gently rubbing her clit she wept as she thought about some of the young men who hadn't been lucky enough to come home alive.The next morning she woke up even more depressed and with a hangover. She searched through her medicine cabinet until she found the bottle of Valium. She took two capsules out and popped them into her. Her tongue slid unabashedly against mine, and her hands worked the buttons of my shirt, undoing them in a flash. Her fingertips smoothed along my belly, and I tensed, skin taut over my muscles. I'd taken the back of her hair, leaning deeper into the kiss, while my other hand undid my buckle. It was tossed away a moment later. Kendra unzipped me, and pulled down the front of my boxers, my cock springing free, twitching anxiously in its engorged, lengthsome glory. Her eyes widened,. In the marital bed. And I thought 'up yours' to the titless bitch, as David joined me on that bed.He again took me in his arms. He again pressed himself against me. He again stroked me: my face, my hair, my lips, my chest, my breasts, my bum, my thighs and my tummy. He again pressed, pinched and squeezed me,And all the time we kissed, deeply, passionately, lip squirmingly and tongues plunging deep into the other's throat.He lay on top of me. His cock was pressed against my pubis; my breasts. I could feel her vagina stretching easily to accommodate my three fingers, my palm sticky with her juices.“Oh go deeper Annie, go deeper,” I could hear her gasping. I wasn’t going to get any deeper like this: so, forming my fingers into an arrow shape, I added my baby finger. Abi squealed as she felt all four fingers pound into her, going as deep as the bottom end of my thumb. I tickled up inside her with my fingers, my thumb pressed against the hard button of her clitoris. I’d never managed so.